Dont blame me, even though I've probably blown more money on whores than the GNP of a poor, AIDS-riddled country on the east coast of Africa...but I never paid for Porn Chicks. Inadvertently, one lonely evening back in San Jose, circa 1996, I ran into a cute busty blonde in the bar at the Radisson named Ashley Winters. After 3 hours of therapy, she hands me her card for future visits and it says, among other things, ADULT FILM STAR on it...as much as I enjoyed her, I never called again.

I just cant get into a chick that thousands of men worldwide might be splooging to vicariously all over their keyboards, just as my jizz hits the back of her throat; it just kills it for some reason...Like paying for a brand new Jag, and then seeing one at a Government Auction that ultimately went for 20% what you just paid. Terrible feeling in your stomach....